so many mini-stories and scenes pop into my head & i have absolutely no time to develop them into full novels so I'm making a book of one shots.
This book will feature people that I feel should be utilized more in fanfics or be casted in leading ro...
I was never all too comfortable to begin with, but now, I just felt out of place. . . and you did nothing to help.
You never defended me. You never told them to ease up on me when they began berating me for having a different viewpoint. Even when you agreed with me, you never voiced it in front of them.
That divide became very clear in front of your friends, and I just knew whenever I wasn't around, they'd ask you "what do you even see in him? how did you two even end up together? where is the chemistry?"
And that negative energy spilled from the group gatherings over into our relationship.
Suddenly, every time we were together, the room felt colder than usual. We talked less, laughed less. We'd spent more time in silence than we did even looking at each other.
This made me feel. . . stifled, to say the least. We were more disconnected than ever. It was as if we weren't even together anymore. We might as well have been single at that point, but we remained tied to one another with a title.
We'd spent the entire summer together— it was the summer before you'd leave for college, and you didn't want it to go to waste. You wanted to spent it with someone you thought was pretty cool so that when you reminisced, the memory of the summer before college would bring a warm, fuzzy feeling of nostalgia. . .
But all there was between us was an agonizingly cold and bitter air that'd turn our summer love to a wintery disaster.
So, I told you that I needed to be free, and you let me be so. and for that, I'll always appreciate you.
— m.
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RED. red like lust and seduction. red like passion. red like courage. red like anger and danger and violence and rage.
You were bold, catching eyes as soon as you stepped into a room. this fact remained even after we met. it was at a party. I needed to unwind for the weekend. Working full-time in order to gather funds for when I'd finally go to college the next year was anything but fun, and sometimes, I felt like I was missing out on the "college experience."
Meeting you though. . . It didn't feel like I'd missed a beat at all.
When we laid eyes on each other, I knew that you'd be the one to change my life. I didn't know in what way, and that honestly left me intimidated. I was already kind of shy, especially when it came to approaching girls, but constantly catching eyes with you from across the room made me anxious.
I remember us talking for the first time, a mutual acquaintance introducing us before leaving us to our own medium of conversation. I asked you if you liked music, and you asked me, "who doesn't?"
You had this look in your eyes all while we communicated. I didn't know what to make of it until your favorite song at the moment began pumping through the speakers of the party.
